Intimate Intuition

by Audrey Carlan

  With my right hand, I rub at her ass cheek, and she mewls. Something inside me snaps, and I pull my hand back and smack that ass with a resounding whack. Her body arches, presenting her booty in offering for more.

  “Yes!” she cries out as I smack that ass again.

  “Jesus fuck, my queen loves her ass spanked. Which is good, Dara baby. Real good, because there is a lot I’m going to be doing to this ass.” I press my dick in between her cheeks and crowd her body so she can feel me from ass to neck.

  I run my hand up her chest until I have her slender, delicate neck in my hand. I wrap my fingers around her throat and tip her chin up, turning her face toward mine so I can take her mouth. Her lips press to mine willingly, greedily, and she’s generous with her tongue. Makes me want that mouth on my cock and soon.

  “What more do you want to do to my ass, Si?” she gasps.

  “Oh…my girl is a little dirty. She wants me to tell her about all the filthy things I’m going to do to it.” I pull my hand back and smack the same cheek hard, working my cock between her globes, thrusting until a bead of pre-cum spills out the top. I take that drop, back up, and rub my thumb around her pink little hole. Her body jerks but not away.

  I spin my thumb around that tiny rosette in little circles. “You into ass play, lil’ mama?” I bite down on her shoulder and kiss it better.

  “Don’t know.” She gasps as I press a little bit of my thumb into the tight heaven of her ass.

  “Fuck me. You tellin’ me I’m going to be the first man to have this ass. All ’dis sweet ass.” I push my thumb all the way in, and she cries out.

  “Yes, yes…oh, God. Baby…please,” she begs as I work her hole in and out, until she’s pushing back into my thrusts.

  Putting my other arm around her form and down, I find her slippery and ready. “You like my thumb in your ass, baby?” I tweak her clit and her body jerks, her ass tightening around my finger so much it could cut off the circulation. Shit, I can’t wait to get my dick in that tight heaven.

  “Yes! Si, plea—”

  She starts to beg, but before she can get out the final please, I’m slamming my cock home. Her body lifts up off the floor, hands gripping white-knuckled on the counter.

  “God, yes!” she cries out.

  I have her hung up on my cock and thumb and, better yet, loving every second. Out of nowhere a timer buzzes, but it adds to the heated action going on before me. Neither of us pay any attention to it because I’m buried deep in tight, wet pussy, and she’s enjoying being ridden.

  “Si, baby, I’m gonna go off.” Her voice is raw, filled with lust and sex.

  “Then get there. I’m riding you until I get mine and you get it so good you’ll never forget who rides this cunt.”

  “Jesus.” Her inner walls lock down on my cock at every dirty word I say. Hell yeah, my baby likes it dirty.

  Dara cries out her release, and I go at her harder, working her pussy and her hole. I wrap an arm around her body and pinch her clit so she’s got no choice but to go off again. This time, though, she cries out so loud she loses her voice.

  I release her clit and ass, grip her hips, and go to town. “Hold on, baby. Hold the fuck on!” I growl as my body goes blazing hot. A sizzle hits the base of my spine, my balls draw up, and my heart explodes with a fierce beat at the same time I feel my release ricochet up my cock and into my woman.

  “Fuck.”

  Thrust.

  “Me.”

  Thrust.

  “Tightest.”

  Thrust.

  “Cunt.”

  Thrust.

  “Ever.”

  Thrust.

  “Goddamn!” I grit my teeth and plant my dick to the root, my body losing strength and falling on its own accord over smooth skin.

  Shivers rack my frame, and I kiss every bit of skin I can reach as I come back down. Her back, shoulders, spine, and up to her neck.

  Her breath is coming in labored pants. I wrap an arm around her chest, one hand gripping her massive tit. “You good, lil’ mama?”

  I lift her up to a stand, my dick sliding out still semihard. That’s what this woman does to me. I fucked her hard, came hard, and my dick is ready for more of her.

  “Oh yeah, so good, but baby…the bread.”

  Hearing the word bread, I come to, noticing the timer still blaring and the stench of burned toast hitting the air.

  “I think it’s burned.” She moves out of my hold, turns off the timer, and then, wobbly like a newborn calf walking for the first time, grabs the oven mitt and opens the door.

  A billow of smoke pours out and the smoke detectors go off.

  “Fucking hell! Get out of the kitchen. I got this. Open a window and turn on the fan.”

  I grab the mitt, get the burned bread out, and set it on the top of the stove. I wave the mitt around the smoke-filled kitchen, hitting the exhaust fan, putting that sucker on high.

  After a couple minutes, the sound goes away and my gaze finds Dara. She’s standing under the smoke detector, naked from the waist down, her boobs still out of the cups, tits bouncing wildly as she spins a dish towel in the air where the smoke alarm is.

  Then I look down at myself, dick getting hard at the sight, pushed out past the top of my boxers with my jeans falling down around my ass, an oven mitt on my filthy hand.

  I lock gazes with Dara. “We’re crazy.” I laugh.

  She licks her lips, stops spinning the towel, and places her hands on her naked hips. “Crazy hot. I don’t know about you, but it was worth a loaf of burned bread.”

  Simple and sweet, she says it like it is. I could so easily fall in love with this woman.

  A rumble of laughter bubbles up my chest and out my lungs. “Yeah, lil’ mama, it was, but next time I do you…” I shuffle over to the sink, let the mitt fall to the ground so it can be washed, and clean my hands at the sink before putting my dick back in place and zipping up my pants. “I take my time and we do it on a flat surface.” I point to her pretty bed. “That spot will do.”

  She grins, fixes the cups on her bra, and saunters her sweet body toward me. “Bet I could make you fuck me again right now.”

  I shake my head. “You could, but you’re not.” I cup her stomach, thinking maybe I can send some love and energy to our baby. “Baby needs to eat, and Mama needs to rest and clean up.”

  “You worried about our baby, Si?” She frowns and presses her body against mine in a bear hug.

  “Always, Dara, but I’m trying not to worry so much.”

  “’K. And I am really hungry.”

  I smack her bare ass. “Then get that fine ass cleaned up and back in the kitchen and tell me what to do so we can get you fed.”

  She smiles as she moves around me to snatch up her undies. She puts them on, and also her yoga pants and shirt, and then rushes to the small bathroom and does her business. She comes back into the kitchen, grabs a pot, and holds it out. “Boil water for the noodles.”

  “As you wish, my queen.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  The sixth chakra is unique in that, when this chakra is fully activated, both sides of the brain function in synchronicity. The left brain’s analytical and logical thinking is balanced with the right brain’s creativity.

  DARA

  “Read it out loud to me.” Silas snuggles his warm chest against my side. He’s holding a cup of coffee on his sheet-covered hip.

  One thing I learned about Silas after a night of what seemed like endless rounds of delicious sex was that he sleeps naked. Secondly, he runs hot. His entire body was a cauldron of heat throughout the night. This worked well for me because I run cold. All the time. Plus, I am a cover hog. I like to sleep bundled up in gobs of covers surrounding me. Though I will say, having a heater pressed directly to my back all night? Bliss.

  “I swear it says I can have minimal amounts of coffee. My doctor confirmed a cup of caffeine a day was fine for me and the baby. Stop fretting.” I smack at his hand when he tries to
read over my shoulder.

  He chuckles and kisses my bicep. “No, read me week eleven since we’ll be in that week in a few more days.”

  I smile around my cup and flip the page of my pregnancy book farther ahead a week. “Usually I don’t skip ahead. I enjoy reading the new week on the day, but I guess I’ll forgo that rule just this once.”

  Silas gives me one of his megawatt smiles, his teeth looking extra bright white against his darker skin this morning. “Much obliged, baby.”

  God, I love when he calls me baby. And lil’ mama. And his queen. Each and every time, a small, pleasurable tingle runs up my spine.

  Turning the pages, I get to the right spot and settle in. He leans on his side, head in his hand, waiting patiently for me to read “Week 11” of our pregnancy journey.

  “Says here our baby is the size of a lime!”

  “Sweet and sour. I like it.”

  I chuckle and read on. “Baby is fully formed and just over an inch and a half long.”

  Silas lifts up his fingers measuring to the amount stated. “Tiny but significant. What else?” His tone is eager, which gives me a little thrill. Silas wants this baby. Probably as much as I do, which makes having a baby out of wedlock a lot easier to swallow.

  When I’d thought of my future, there were always children in it. As many as God would grace me with. Only that future included a doting and loving husband and father. A home. A true family. Besides being a baker, it’s all I’ve ever wanted. At least I can feel and sense Silas’s happiness in our little lime.

  “Baby has about a one to one head to body ratio, meaning the head and body are about the same size.”

  “Say what?” His head jerks back, and he frowns.

  I run my fingers down his forearm. “Says it will even out, no worries.”

  His expression distorts into one of mistrust. He fingers the book, trying to raise the cover. “You sure you’re reading the book on human babies and not animals?”

  I nudge his shoulder. “Stop it. Our baby is fine.”

  “Okay, now what does it say is going to happen to my baby mama?”

  Scanning the page, I read through so I can summarize. “Fatigue, nausea, mood swings, leg cramps. Oh, and I might get a dark line running down the center of my belly.”

  He furrows his brows and tugs the sheet, uncovering my naked body. “Lemme see.” Silas runs a finger down my belly to the top of my pubis and then runs it back up before circling around my nipple until it furls and hardens.

  One of his eyebrows cocks up as he leans forward, making his intention known. He sucks a hardened tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tightening nub until it tingles and throbs.

  Swiftly, he knifes to the side and puts his coffee on the bedside table and then flops back around, crawling between my thighs and resting his upper body on my lower half. He makes a detour to my belly, where he places a series of kisses in a circle around my belly button, and then he whispers something so low I’m not sure I catch it all—it sounds like “Love you.”

  I melt on the spot as he kisses his way up my body until he’s back at my breasts. His hands form around each globe as though they are balls of dough and he’s kneading them. Shivers of excitement race from my chest to center hotly between my thighs.

  “Do you have any idea how magnificent your tits are?” He swoops down and locks his lips around one, laving me with his tongue before flicking just the tip until it gets so hot it burns.

  I moan and squirm but can’t move much since half of his body is on me. “I’m guessing as good as my ass?”

  He stops midlick, runs one of his hands down my side, and tags a healthy handful of cheek, squeezing it hard. “Nothing is as fine as your ass, baby. Nothing.”

  Total ass man.

  A giggle leaves me as I toss the book to the side. Silas gets to work on my tits, and I enjoy the attention while he gets me ready for some day-starting, mind-melting sexy time.

  A girl could seriously get used to this.

  He bites down on a nipple, and I cry out, arousal forcing my hips to buck against him.

  “Hey, hey, easy.” He kisses his way down my chest again, keeping his thumb and index finger on my nipples, tugging and rolling, ribbons of pleasure zipping along every nerve ending. “I’m getting there. Gonna eat you, and then I’m going to feed you.”

  After he takes me there with his mouth, my mind is mush because he was hungry. Fucking starved. And when he said he was going to feed me, it didn’t mean food. No, after he ate me, he got up on his knees, lifted me up so my back was at the headboard, and then my man fed me his massive cock. I took this willingly, eagerly, swallowing down every beautiful inch until he shot off like a rocket in my mouth. Again, I took all he gave me.

  Sated, he eased me down and rolled me on top of him. And that’s where I was lying, naked on top of Silas, when it happened.

  The door to my apartment opened.

  “Child, you are late as the day is long for your shift. Ricky is getting nervous and overwhelmed with the patrons and the…” She turns the small corner and stops, eyes on my naked body slung over Silas. “Lord in Heaven! Praise sweet, sweet Jesus! My grandbaby is gonna have a daddy!” she cries out and raises her face to the sky.

  Silas, unable to move because, if he did, my mom would get a crotch shot to end all crotch shots, groans. Me, I act quickly, lean over, and grab the sheet. I fling myself to the side, pulling it over both of us.

  “Mama, seriously, whatever happened to knocking?”

  “Overrated. My baby lives alone and was, before now, single. How was I supposed to know you’d be busy with your baby daddy? It’s not like you’ve been keeping your mama updated on your relationship status. Forced me to get my information from an alternate source, finding out that my grandchild’s daddy has been sniffing around regular at the bakery. Word is he’s taking your meditation classes too. So when I come up here to find out why my child is so late for work, thinking maybe she’s sick and needs her mama, I find her naked as the day she was born on top of her hunky baby daddy. What am I supposed to think?”

  Silas’s body starts to shake, and as my anger rises, his emotions go in the opposite direction, and he busts up in heaving bouts of laughter. “This is too goddamned much. And I thought my family was nutty. Your family takes the cake, baby.”

  “No, we make the cake,” Mama clarifies, much to Silas’s delight.

  “Lordy be. Mama, get out of my house! I’m naked. Silas is naked. And neither one of us is too comfortable having my mother find us in this particular situation.”

  Vanessa Jackson is not about to take lip from her daughter, and I know this the second she puts her fists to her rounded hips.

  “Child, you will take whatever I’m giving because I’m yo’ mama. And like I said, if you had been keepin’ me informed, I wouldn’t have had to come up here and check in on my lonely girl, who is the furthest thing from lonely, since she’s got a six-foot-plus hunk of brother lying bare-ass naked in her bed, looking mighty pleased with himself. Speaking of…” She turns her gaze to Silas.

  Oh, shit. Here it comes. This is not good. Vanessa Jackson in a snit is all bad.

  “You going to be making an honest woman out of my girl and bring up this baby in a family?”

  Silas’s laughter cuts out instantly. He sits up, sheet falling to his waist, giving my mother a beautiful expanse of his sexy-as-hell male chest before he swallows and firms his jaw. “Ma’am.” His voice is raw and not from laughter. “My child will have me as a father. Full fucking time. Period.”

  “’S’wat I wanna hear. However that comes about, I trust you to see to it and do right by my only child.”

  “Yes, ma’am. Working on it. As you can see, things are progressing in the positive.”

  She glares. “I don’t see a ring on her finger. I see a naked man happy to be in her bed. You want to stay in that bed next to my beautiful girl, you’ll do something ’bout it now, won’t you?”

  “Mo
m!” I screech, jump out of bed, not caring about my nudity because, well, she’s my mom. She’s seen it all before. I nab Silas’s shirt and tug it over my head, the cotton soft, comforting, and smelling of apples, fresh-cut wood, and leather, the length falling down around me at midthigh. “We’re not ready for that kind of commitment.”

  “And yet you’re having a baby with him. You just rolled out of bed naked, a bed you were sharing with him. I’m not exactly seeing a commitment issue here,” she continues, not knowing the full details behind what happened in Silas’s past.

  “Trust me, Mama. Silas is committed to our baby. We’re working on us. Okay? Now, if you could please go downstairs and tell Ricky I’ll be down soon, I’d appreciate it.”

  My mother sucks in a huge breath, lets it out in a sigh, and then turns around toward the door. “No more secrets from me, young lady.”

  “Yes, Mama. We’ll talk more later.”

  “I’ll be waiting.” She huffs and closes the door.

  I wait a few seconds before walking over and locking it. “I’m sorry about that, Silas. I had no idea…”

  Silas gets out of bed buck-ass naked. He pulls me into his arms and holds me. “It’s okay. Am I embarrassed your mother caught us naked in the sack? Yes. Am I cutting and running?” He curls a hand around my nape on one side and uses his thumb to lift my chin so I’m forced to look him in the eyes. “No way. What we got is good. Really good. I’m working on me and setting some demons from my past free and looking toward my future with you and our baby. One day at a time. And for me, last night and this morning were nothing if not phenomenal.”

  “For me too,” I whisper, meaning every word with my entire soul.

  He rubs his nose against mine and then kisses me softly, biting down on my bottom lip before pulling back. I love feeling the sting of the bite. “That’s all that matters. We know what we’re doing and we’re moving forward, yeah?”

  “Yeah.” I nod.

  “Okay, I’m going to take a shower. Can I take my girl out for dinner later?”

  Him saying it doesn’t make it real. Not until he confirms what it means.